The Wrong Rose To Be Marrying

The Wrong Rose To Be Marrying

A Poem by B-poet

 

I don’t why I chose to love her

Even though her allure

Attracted me to her sweet smelling deceit

As concrete as her first impression was with me

Gravity held down my expectations

As I held you in front of me

We were eye to eye

Your caress was as soft as a fresh yellow tulip

You were the color to my canvass

At last you were pure enough

To be a catalyst for a cherished experience

Of what my heart had wished for

I hope you will be willing to endure

The trials and tribulations

Of all the future exposures my life has in store for you

Yet our adventure to together

Will not remain after the sun rise has imposed my free will

To resist to exist with you as a valued enterprise

Will now become a thrill for the ages

The vague pages pertaining to the new chapters

Of our so called courtship

Will not become an oscar award winning script

I will never have to tell a lie

To build up the privacy fence needed to protect me

From your evil eye that you imposed on me

Which released your sweet smelling love sick toxins

As we lived our lives daily and relatively close together

We lied beneath the presence of your sweet lips and velvet touch

Will always remain a temptation at it’s best

When the sun sets

I’m having no regrets

As to why

We were once man and wife

You were the poison to my ivy

That’s why I had to cut you out of my life

© 2012 B-poet


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You were the poison to my ivy
That’s why I had to cut you out of my life

This is a fantastic way to end the poem. The irony of poison Ivy, the literally cutting of poison ivy because in retrospect it is nothing but a weed.
Loved the flow and penmanship of the poem, very intriguing, alluring... Almost deceitful. As if you were trying to mislead the reader into believing their love was meant to be.
Great work
Koodoos

Posted 12 Years Ago


You were the poison to my ivy
That’s why I had to cut you out of my life

This is a fantastic way to end the poem. The irony of poison Ivy, the literally cutting of poison ivy because in retrospect it is nothing but a weed.
Loved the flow and penmanship of the poem, very intriguing, alluring... Almost deceitful. As if you were trying to mislead the reader into believing their love was meant to be.
Great work
Koodoos

Posted 12 Years Ago


To be honest, I feel like love poems are very overdone. They do have charm and they can be very touching, but it takes a very skilled person to make a love poem unique and beautiful. You're very close, but I think you should give your poetry rhythm and rhyme. (I always say this to people.) It helps thoughts flow together to make a story.

Posted 12 Years Ago


all I can say to this is go where your true heart blows you, otherwise you'll be blocking the parking area for her true soul mate, no one deserves to be half loved.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really like this. Told so well of one that's not happy in the marriage and needed to break free.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I think this is one of your best...it just sounds right^^

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very powerful emotions here... written down and bleeding onto the paper.... great job !! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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